This is a song about "Hearing loss"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Combustible i burn quick, hearing things, "fucking lunatic"

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

I can't believe i'm hearing this?

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

You already know you're dead

Hearing voices in my head